Welcome to Twisted World of the Supernatural: Curated by Douye Soroh.

  My Life Story: A Tale of Two Systems Before I start this life story, I need you to understand that there are different kinds of politicians in this world. I can boldly say I categorize them into just two types; they are not categorized by name, but just by different geographic locations. Now, I have a story to tell, but before that, I need to make a few comparisons between African politicians and their counterparts in Europe. Yes, no one is perfect and no country can say they have a perfect system, but this story I have come across is something that baffled my imagination. It made me question if truly Africans are normal, or if they deserve to be branded primitive. The European Politician The European politician is a simple man who advocates for better living conditions for the people he represents. He listens to complaints and tries his best to solve those he can; he regularly holds town hall meetings to know the needs of his people. He gives accountability for every cent spent ...

  The New Guard 2 The Bald Man Insurance   The bald man hurried to the cemetery with that confident stride, knowing he had bought himself some time. He shook his head—no, he hadn’t truly bought time until he held the heart of that heartless daughter of the patron. One might wonder how he knew the grave of the patron’s lover, but not him; he still held the power of the gate and knew exactly what to do. As he reached the cemetery, he stood for a moment, closing his eyes and sniffing the air. Sadness washed over him—not knowing his family, his parents, or even his own name. They simply called him the bald man. Anger flared, but he composed himself. Time waited for no one. Compared to the hot, living world outside, the graveyard felt like hell frozen over. He could see his breath misting; his hands stiffened in the cold. He muttered a spell that chased the chill away, then faced the endless rows of graves. “I am the gatekeeper below the corporation, and I hold power over you,” he ...

  Content Warning / Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. This story contains dark themes , including implied violence, crime, injustice, prison hardship, and mature subject matter. It is intended for adult readers only (18+). Reader discretion is advised. If you are sensitive to such topics, please proceed with caution or skip this content. The Unforgiving Frost It was a brutal winter that year, a winter no one had ever experienced. The ground was frozen hard by the cold; even the grass grew stiff. Everyone could be seen wearing triple layers of clothes, gloves, and nose masks, because breathing the cold air would make your lungs freeze. It was the kind of winter that made many people wish they lived in a warmer country. A Shiver in the Cell Pascal was in his cell trying to get warm. He nearly cried when he saw...

 Betrayal reaches the heavens in 'The Veil of Treason.' As the Creator watches the Veil grow thin, Baldric becomes the guardian of a divine child, and Bagnus begins a massacre that will change the world forever:  The Veil Of Treason 2 Baldric’s Restoration and the Divine Warning Baldric had been bedridden for five years after his accident. He did odd jobs to survive and had watched as his family suffered due to his inability to provide. The healer had said his spinal cord was broken in three places; he could move only his eyes, and even that was an effort. He had watched his wife and daughter suffer, but now, he had been healed. He was even given riches and power. To cap it all, he was now the guardian of the Child of Light—his grandchild, a divine child. That was one thing he would never get used to. He closed his eyes and muttered, "Show yourself." The air in the room grew cold, and a shimmer could be seen above when the three angels, who had been ordered to protect...

 A broken man healed, a daughter's anguish, and a villain's dark awakening.: The Veil Of Treason 1 The Guardian and the Light Child "Who are you?" Those were the first words her father spoke. The pregnant woman was amazed, and she turned to Golden Light. "Thank you. I don't have anything to repay you for this act of kindness." "Be calm, Abigail. You have paid more than your dues; it is time for you to enjoy the fruit of your labor." "I don't understand. How did you know my name? And what do you mean about this talk? I'm just a poor woman with a rejected pregnancy." Her father stood up from his sickbed, amazed at how he had been healed. He had known only pain and suffering for five hard years, bedridden while his family struggled. He had prayed for death, but it had never come. He had prayed for closure because seeing his family suffer while he lay there was the greatest torture of his life—the pain was minimal compared to seei...

  In The Cosmos The creator of all things sat in his throne room, eyes closed. A deep rumbling noise resonated from his nostrils as he breathed, contemplating the things that he had created in the world. With the level of development and progress in the human world, one would think the creator would be satisfied by the advancement of his creation; but no, the creator was worried. He had been noticing abnormalities in his work, but he had never given them a second thought—the universe is vast, and he can never focus on just one thing. He sat there in his grand throne room, eyes closed, one index finger tapping the chair arm with a great noise while the other hand stroked his chin. The creator is not remarkable; he has milky skin, blue eyes, and shoulder-length blond hair. What makes him stand out is his height. He is tall and imposing; even when he sits, everyone must crane their neck to look at him. He had noticed some creatures were not part of those he had created. He closed his ...